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Chapter 38

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"You live in the Jade Forest Mountain?" Wang Xuzhi was startled, and a moment later, he felt relieved. "I heard from master that ancestral-grand master had recently taken in a disciple. So … it's true."

Wang Xuzhi's joyous mood earlier, suddenly sank. His brows seemed to be frowning with countless worries, and his voice seemed to be suppressing something as well. "So you're his new disciple. Heh … Do you know? I know your senior-martial sister, we're very close … Very close! "

As though he was talking in his sleep, his voice grew heavier with each sentence he spoke. Zhu Yao instantly felt her heart becoming heavy as well.

"But …" He took a deep breath, as though he was suppressing something. "Everyone has forgotten about her. Even your master … Hoho, back then, he couldn't save her, and destroyed the entire Secluded Melancholy Forest in a fit of anger. But so what? In just a hundred years, he took in another disciple, and even he has forgotten about his former disciple. "

Wang Xuzhi's hands that were hugging her tightened, as though he was trying his best to suppress his own anger. Until Zhu Yao felt a little pain from his grip, and struggled uneasily. He then regained his senses, loosened his grip, and turned to smile at her. "It's fine. Even if the entire world has forgotten about her, I will still remember her. I will only remember her."

He took a few deep breaths, before standing up and walking towards the mountain peak. "Little bun, I'll send you back."

Zhu Yao did not make a sound, and simply stared fixedly at the little brat who had grown up in front of her. In front of her eyes, his miserable, sorrowful, and even slightly despairing smile constantly surfaced. She really did not expect that her death would have such a huge impact on him. All this while, she had thought that reincarnation was something that happened in the blink of an eye. But from what he said earlier, she had actually been dead for a hundred years?

And it had already been a hundred years, yet he was still brooding over her death?

She really wanted to tell him that she did not die, and that she had come back to life. However, she was basically unable to say it out loud. In the end, she simply opened her little hands, and with her little body, tightly hugged onto his neck.

Little wimp, I'm back.

"Someone was here?" The moment Yu Yan returned, he sensed the presence of a living person. He passed the warm spiritual beast milk in his hands to the dumpling who was sitting upright on the bed. With a wave of his hand, he cast a scouting Mystic Art, and found out who it was. He frowned deeply. It was that stinky brat again. Not only did he take one of his disciples, he even wanted to take a second one.

Yu Yan picked up Tuan Zi, who was lying on the bed, and warned her with a serious look. "Don't talk to irrelevant people in the future." Rabbit had learned bad things again.

Zhu Yao's reply was, hugging the milk bottle in her hands, she splashed it all over his face. Hmph, no one can say anything bad about my little rascal, not even my master.

She was a child, and that was how stubborn she was.

A certain master: "…"

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Zhu Yao lived like a pig for exactly four months, and there were finally some signs of her working and resting schedule developing back to normal. This was because Daoist Master Hong Chou's visit indicated that she was about to be weaned and that she had grown two teeth. Therefore, her master only fed her rice paste. She had begun to speak a few complete words, but she still couldn't complete a sentence.

Of course, in a situation like this, Zhu Yao was actually very anxious. She could not speak, could not walk, and could only eat rice paste. Compared to her mental age, she was equivalent to a level one handicap. She really wanted to cultivate as well, but her master seemed to have forgotten his original intention of taking in a disciple, and was completely immersed in the joy of raising a daughter.

Zhu Yao felt that her body was a little strange. Although there was no spiritual energy in her body, her senses were the same as when she was building her Foundation. Furthermore, when she saw Wang Xuzhi that day, she was actually able to tell with a single glance that he was a Foundation Paragon. Even she herself did not know why.

Wang Xuzhi would occasionally visit her as well, but he had never come to the mountain peak, and would simply sit on that rock in the forest.

Every single time, he would bring her some things. There were things to eat, and there were things to play with, as though he was completely coaxing her like a child. Zhu Yao silently pondered. When she was able to speak, how should she laugh back at him with all her mockery?

Of course, Yu Yan had his opinions, but he realized that his little disciple seemed to really like that kid. As long as he mentioned it, whatever his little disciple had in her hands, she would throw it at his face. Her temper was really bad.

Although a hundred years had passed, a hundred years was but a blink of an eye for a practitioner. With Wang Xuzhi's outstanding aptitude, he should have formed his Azoth Core long ago, yet, he was still stuck at the Foundation Paragon level. She wondered how that Xiao Yi was back then?

When she thought of him, Zhu Yao could not help but want to slap the label of 'pig teammate' on his face. Back then, if he had not hesitated for a moment, she would not have needed to reincarnate either.

Actually, after thinking about it carefully, she could understand why he was in a daze back then. After all, to him, possessing a mystical treasure was something that only he knew about, and his Sword Intent was even cultivated out because of the mystical treasure. It was his secret. However, when she suddenly roared it out like that, no one would be able to react in time, right?

However, how could he hesitate in the situation back then, and there was no time for her to slowly walk over and whisper into his ear either, right?

Hence, her death was really unjust.

However, Wang Xuzhi did not think so. From the things he occasionally revealed to Zhu Yao who was in her dumpling form, from his scattered words, she realized that he harbored deep resentment towards Xiao Yi, and he even had the intention to push all of the responsibility for Zhu Yao's death onto Xiao Yi. Furthermore, every time the topic of her was brought up, he would unconsciously look towards the southwest direction, and his eyes would be filled with resentment. Sovereign Feng Yi's cave residence was located in the southwest direction, and Xiao Yi had already gone into closed-door training to attempt his Azoth Core seventy years ago.

A part of the reason why Zhu Yao wanted to cultivate as soon as possible, was because of Wang Xuzhi. In terms of scheming, luck, and cultivation, he could not compare to Xiao Yi in any one of them. She was really afraid that he would be rash, and run over to fight with others. Hence, it was better for her to keep an eye on him.

However, even so, Zhu Yao still did not plan to tell anyone about her resurrection. After all, resurrecting from the dead or something like that, in this world, could be considered a strange matter as well. It was very hard for people to not suspect that she had some sort of treasure, but the main point was, even she herself did not know why she did it.

And when she died, that strange matter that seemed to have suddenly transmigrated into an online game, made her even more unable to say it out loud. Even she herself was a little confused. For a moment, she suspected if she had transmigrated into some sort of game. However, at the very least, she had lived in this world for so many years, and the people she had met were all living humans. If this was an online game, at the very least, there would be an NPC, right!?

Zhu Yao let out a long sigh, and sadly began to ponder about life.

And Yu Yan who chased after her with a bowl of porridge in his hands, saw a little dumpling who could not even sit properly. Lying on the grass, she tried her best to use her hands to support her little head, yet, time and time again, she slid down.

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